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Thoughts about joy
I sit here, watching the sun go down, Children giggle echoing through, As some run with their mothers And some sit on their father’s shoulder And I wonder how unbridled joy feels like I see through the eyes of the babies Maybe happiness is being paid attention to, Joy is being engaged, Safety is being…
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UnDiluted
A moment spent with ourself, with a glass of whiskey in one hand, along the edge of the balcony, amidst a time of uncertainity, helplessness, wanting to be held but cannot, wanting to cry but cannot, when a cold breeze wraps you in it’s warmth.
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Stuck
As I sit to write this down, it’s already late Sunday evening, and the Monday corporate alarms have already started going off in the back of my head. It’s funny, even though this is not how I imagined my life to be, it has become that. And I don’t hate it, per se. I rather…
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If only
I wonder, if our pillows could talk. Would they tell each other the things they feel about us? I bet mine would be jealous of your lap, seeing how much time i spend there. Or yours, of my chest. What do you think, the wrinkled sheets would say? Will they tell stories of how i…
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Lanterns of Hope
Lanterns of hope, Is what I ignite, When darkness approaches, With all its might. In the darkness of night, When fear is at peak, The roads get narrow, The chances go bleak. When the waters are unknown, The air, Smokey. The path we cannot see, Is feared to be rocky. This passage…
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The Song of my Darling River
For years I’ve flown, covering the same track, sliding over rocks and stones, filling those various cracks. I’ve seen men come, and I’ve seen men go, One thing’s always consistent, is their curiosity about my flow. They talk as if I can’t listen, and ask me this question, In this world, I can…
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Ballad of Stars
For millions of years, We shine and we live, Even in our darkest nights, It’s our brightness, what we give. But for who, we wonder, This brightness matters? Is it for those, who are together, Or for those, whose hearts wander. Maybe we remind you of someone, That’s why people give us names,…
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The Game of Life.
I don’t know, the path I take whatever I get, the best I make, Life sometimes, gets pretty hard You always got to be on guard. The night is darkest, just before the dawn In this game of chess, my dear, You, are just a pawn But don’t you worry child the phone will soon ring!…
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The Road Taken.
We walk on a path, it’s bitter it’s sweet, We take in its fragrance, But all we do is reek. We reek of ego, we reek of deceit, we want to raise voice, But are too tired to speak. We walk on this path, the path that’s cold, In hopes of meeting someone, the one…
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The Uncertainties of Everything
The Uncertainties of Everything July 22nd 2015 would have been the first time I would have slept alone. Or 23rd morning would have been the first time I would have woken up alone. The first time I would have woken up and not seen a familiar face. It’s strange. One day, you’re with your family,…
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